The heavy metallic scent did not deter him. He had been craving that scent for a while and having it hit his nose over and over again was just pure bliss. He inhaled deeply before taking in the surrounding massacre that had his name written over it. He looked over all the lumps on the soil that had red all over them and a smile came to his face. The bodies that littered the field were all something that he loved seeing and it brought him joy like no other. They would know it was him. That was the entire reason as to why he had decided to do it. They needed to find out that he was the one in charge and not them. This was his doing and it was marvelous to him. Their blood on his hands and their bodies just where they would all find them. They had to acknowledge him for who he was and turn away from the stupidity they called faith.